Bizzy
Where the fiends at? n****, Bone Thugs~{!-~}N~~Harmony
Bizzy [Krayzie]
Money ain't a thang~{!*~}I'ma get me some, money, I'ma get me some.]
[Say my n****, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.]
Money ain't a thang~{!*~}I'ma get me some, money, I'ma get me some.]
[Say my n****, y'all better get your paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.]
Money ain't a thang~{!-~}
Bizzy
Morning, my baby~{!~}s bangin~{!~}, beefin~{!~} with me, squashed it, ordained it, better yet sustained it~{!*~}flurry. Hide in the fury, cause the ways of abroad could mean you die out of the highlight in a hurry. Burned me. Baby tied down with childhood scars, crack-head cars. n*****, I don't know that. Who died in the war? Now here we are. Steady, we roll out over you. When it's over, it's over for the soldiers who with me 'til they hear me. Come a little bit closer, stand right near me. Here we are, ain't no stops, uh uh, uh uh. Can I get drunk off in the bar without some haters sayin', "Who do you think you are?" When I'm sober, soldiers went into Heaven.
Krayzie
s***, I bet they thought that we fell off, witness Bone Thugs-N-Harmony~{!*~}Resurrection, Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, we in the flesh. (Flesh Bone) Remember them Thuggish Ruggish n*****? Gotta get down for my thang in here, you already know when we came in here. We raw, f*** what you heard and you read about us, just believe what you saw. 'Til I die, I~{!~}m down to ride in the war (war). When you n***** get serious, let a n**** know, maybe then we can roll. n**** bad to the bone when I sure don~{!~}t clique with hoes with no bustas, haters, or hoes--when they poppin~{!~} up at my door, I get excited. All uptight and violent, b****** was not invited. Put ~{!.~}em in a coffin before they get me, man. (get me man) Krayzie, loco, insane--bang bang, runnin~{!~} with the pump pump, no bluffin~{!~}, we buck. n**** better realize, still claim nineteen-nine-ninety-nine-nine. m****f**** buck until the end and when I run out, I reload it and buck it again some more. n**** put it down, worldwide--them wicked, bad-a** thugs. You punk n***** hate us, but we don~{!~}t trip, we still get mad-a** love. Now show me the rapper that say we got soft, when we see him, we toss his a**, and if he flossin~{!~} cash and jewelry~{!*~}rip it off his a**, keep walkin~{!~} past. Thuggish Ruggish 'til the day that I die. f*** it, that's all I've been all of my life. Just a, just a (thug) T-H-U-G we~{!-~}and it ain~{!~}t no thang. Keep buckin~{!~}, buckin~{!~}, dumpin~{!~}, f*****' them bustas up with my guage. We poppin~{!~} all y~{!~}all, (hater) I~{!~}m watchin~{!~} all y'all, y'all...
Bizzy [Krayzie]
Money ain't a thang~{!*~}I'ma get me some, money, I'ma get me some!]
[Say my n****, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper!] [*2]
Money ain't a thang~{!-~}
Layzie
Time after time everywhere I look, everywhere I turn, n***** talkin~{!~} bout death. Like a n**** can~{!~}t dream of nothin~{!~} else, but a little bit of wealth, tryin~{!~} to help theyself. But I really can~{!~}t blame you cause I do the same too. Man, you do what you gotta do. But what I~{!~}ma do is keep protectin' my cheddar, fool, ain~{!~}t none of ya~{!~}ll n***** doin' it better. Ooh and I~{!~}m ahead of you and y~{!~}all hate it. Only the real thugs keepin~{!~} it raw. Grippin~{!~} that heat tight, drivin~{!~} that street light. n****, I'ma let off a round and get war. n***** is plottin~{!~} that 2-11, that~{!~}s why I got heat for Armageddon. Picture Lay on his knees and I'm beggin', n**** better shoot me and send me to Heaven. f*** all the drama, I~{!~}ma just blast hollow point tips off in that a**. The slicker the n**** that's pullin~{!~} the trigger is the n**** that's standin' up last. Countin' his cash, still doin' his math. Blowin' much weed as he watch you bleed. n**** got killed for the love of the cheese, now you can~{!~}t do s*** 'cause you six-feet deep. f*****' with Lay is the game that you shouldn't play. Even myself, I could die today. I could lie, but hey, it ain~{!~}t worth it. s***, ain~{!~}t none of us here to stay. I~{!~}ma hold my ground and I~{!~}ma lace my boots, so when it~{!~}s time to shoot, then that~{!~}s it. Screamin~{!~} out ~{!0~}Mo Thug in this b****!~{!1~} and "Bone Thug in this b****!" n****!
Wish [Bizzy]
It~{!~}s all about money, yeah, and I'ma get me some. Can~{!~}t be f*****~{!~} with n***** that ain~{!~}t got none. Cause lately y~{!~}all been actin~{!~} funny, I guess you smell some money. Get out my pockets, better count your s***. It's still St. Clair wig-split. Four other n***** that I run with, you don~{!~}t want to f*** with. Fool we gettin' dollars [dollars and dollars but~{!-~}] and dollars , but still [~{!-~}still we gotta gets more] we gotta gets more. Remember back in the day when we was f***** up, but not anymore. [Unh-uh, no no!] And ain~{!~}t a d*** thing come easy~{!*~}a lot of plannin~{!~}, bus rides, and Eazy. [Eazy] For cheese, hey believe me, believe me, [believe me] and it ain~{!~}t gonna stop 'til end of my time with my Bone Thug love, I~{!~}ma always get mine and I mean that. Can I have that paper, paper, money, money, money, money?
Bizzy [Krayzie]
Money ain't a thang~{!*~}I'ma get me some, money, I'ma get me some!]
[Say my n****, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper!] [*2]
Money ain't a thang~{!-~}
Flesh [Layzie] {Bizzy & Layzie}
You better believe we five of the last true soldiers standin~{!~} in command. Who you thought'd be closin~{!~} the book in this b**** on y~{!~}all, flip on y~{!~}all. I am what I am~{!*~}the 5th Dawg. It~{!~}s all good, paper, paper for the whole hood. Tell ~{!.~}em I got dibs on this, and kids in this. [You the realest, realest.] Reminiscin' 'bout my thug-a** n****, Eazy-E, Eazy-E. Six-deep in a six-double-O Benzo foe the love of money. I got to get that paper, I told ya ain't a d***ed thing changed still an everyday thang. My n*****, we down and we'll bang your brain, m****f**** for thinkin~{!~} you famous. {We in the flesh, flesh, we in the flesh, flesh! We in the flesh, flesh, we in the flesh!} And if I could go back I'd roll us with Eazy in my cadillac. Bend a couple of corners, smoke out with some hoes, now where y'all at? You ready for the 21st Century heroes, two-triple-zeroes, righteous ones in with the Howse and enrolled with a hundred and forty-four thousand.
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Where the fiends at? n****, Bone Thugs~{!-~}N~~Harmony
Bizzy [Krayzie]
Money ain't a thang~{!*~}I'ma get me some, money, I'ma get me some.]
[Say my n****, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.]
Money ain't a thang~{!*~}I'ma get me some, money, I'ma get me some.]
[Say my n****, y'all better get your paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.]
Money ain't a thang~{!-~}
Bizzy
Morning, my baby~{!~}s bangin~{!~}, beefin~{!~} with me, squashed it, ordained it, better yet sustained it~{!*~}flurry. Hide in the fury, cause the ways of abroad could mean you die out of the highlight in a hurry. Burned me. Baby tied down with childhood scars, crack-head cars. n*****, I don't know that. Who died in the war? Now here we are. Steady, we roll out over you. When it's over, it's over for the soldiers who with me 'til they hear me. Come a little bit closer, stand right near me. Here we are, ain't no stops, uh uh, uh uh. Can I get drunk off in the bar without some haters sayin', "Who do you think you are?" When I'm sober, soldiers went into Heaven.
Krayzie
s***, I bet they thought that we fell off, witness Bone Thugs-N-Harmony~{!*~}Resurrection, Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, we in the flesh. (Flesh Bone) Remember them Thuggish Ruggish n*****? Gotta get down for my thang in here, you already know when we came in here. We raw, f*** what you heard and you read about us, just believe what you saw. 'Til I die, I~{!~}m down to ride in the war (war). When you n***** get serious, let a n**** know, maybe then we can roll. n**** bad to the bone when I sure don~{!~}t clique with hoes with no bustas, haters, or hoes--when they poppin~{!~} up at my door, I get excited. All uptight and violent, b****** was not invited. Put ~{!.~}em in a coffin before they get me, man. (get me man) Krayzie, loco, insane--bang bang, runnin~{!~} with the pump pump, no bluffin~{!~}, we buck. n**** better realize, still claim nineteen-nine-ninety-nine-nine. m****f**** buck until the end and when I run out, I reload it and buck it again some more. n**** put it down, worldwide--them wicked, bad-a** thugs. You punk n***** hate us, but we don~{!~}t trip, we still get mad-a** love. Now show me the rapper that say we got soft, when we see him, we toss his a**, and if he flossin~{!~} cash and jewelry~{!*~}rip it off his a**, keep walkin~{!~} past. Thuggish Ruggish 'til the day that I die. f*** it, that's all I've been all of my life. Just a, just a (thug) T-H-U-G we~{!-~}and it ain~{!~}t no thang. Keep buckin~{!~}, buckin~{!~}, dumpin~{!~}, f*****' them bustas up with my guage. We poppin~{!~} all y~{!~}all, (hater) I~{!~}m watchin~{!~} all y'all, y'all...
Bizzy [Krayzie]
Money ain't a thang~{!*~}I'ma get me some, money, I'ma get me some!]
[Say my n****, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper!] [*2]
Money ain't a thang~{!-~}
Layzie
Time after time everywhere I look, everywhere I turn, n***** talkin~{!~} bout death. Like a n**** can~{!~}t dream of nothin~{!~} else, but a little bit of wealth, tryin~{!~} to help theyself. But I really can~{!~}t blame you cause I do the same too. Man, you do what you gotta do. But what I~{!~}ma do is keep protectin' my cheddar, fool, ain~{!~}t none of ya~{!~}ll n***** doin' it better. Ooh and I~{!~}m ahead of you and y~{!~}all hate it. Only the real thugs keepin~{!~} it raw. Grippin~{!~} that heat tight, drivin~{!~} that street light. n****, I'ma let off a round and get war. n***** is plottin~{!~} that 2-11, that~{!~}s why I got heat for Armageddon. Picture Lay on his knees and I'm beggin', n**** better shoot me and send me to Heaven. f*** all the drama, I~{!~}ma just blast hollow point tips off in that a**. The slicker the n**** that's pullin~{!~} the trigger is the n**** that's standin' up last. Countin' his cash, still doin' his math. Blowin' much weed as he watch you bleed. n**** got killed for the love of the cheese, now you can~{!~}t do s*** 'cause you six-feet deep. f*****' with Lay is the game that you shouldn't play. Even myself, I could die today. I could lie, but hey, it ain~{!~}t worth it. s***, ain~{!~}t none of us here to stay. I~{!~}ma hold my ground and I~{!~}ma lace my boots, so when it~{!~}s time to shoot, then that~{!~}s it. Screamin~{!~} out ~{!0~}Mo Thug in this b****!~{!1~} and "Bone Thug in this b****!" n****!
Wish [Bizzy]
It~{!~}s all about money, yeah, and I'ma get me some. Can~{!~}t be f*****~{!~} with n***** that ain~{!~}t got none. Cause lately y~{!~}all been actin~{!~} funny, I guess you smell some money. Get out my pockets, better count your s***. It's still St. Clair wig-split. Four other n***** that I run with, you don~{!~}t want to f*** with. Fool we gettin' dollars [dollars and dollars but~{!-~}] and dollars , but still [~{!-~}still we gotta gets more] we gotta gets more. Remember back in the day when we was f***** up, but not anymore. [Unh-uh, no no!] And ain~{!~}t a d*** thing come easy~{!*~}a lot of plannin~{!~}, bus rides, and Eazy. [Eazy] For cheese, hey believe me, believe me, [believe me] and it ain~{!~}t gonna stop 'til end of my time with my Bone Thug love, I~{!~}ma always get mine and I mean that. Can I have that paper, paper, money, money, money, money?
Bizzy [Krayzie]
Money ain't a thang~{!*~}I'ma get me some, money, I'ma get me some!]
[Say my n****, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper!] [*2]
Money ain't a thang~{!-~}
Flesh [Layzie] {Bizzy & Layzie}
You better believe we five of the last true soldiers standin~{!~} in command. Who you thought'd be closin~{!~} the book in this b**** on y~{!~}all, flip on y~{!~}all. I am what I am~{!*~}the 5th Dawg. It~{!~}s all good, paper, paper for the whole hood. Tell ~{!.~}em I got dibs on this, and kids in this. [You the realest, realest.] Reminiscin' 'bout my thug-a** n****, Eazy-E, Eazy-E. Six-deep in a six-double-O Benzo foe the love of money. I got to get that paper, I told ya ain't a d***ed thing changed still an everyday thang. My n*****, we down and we'll bang your brain, m****f**** for thinkin~{!~} you famous. {We in the flesh, flesh, we in the flesh, flesh! We in the flesh, flesh, we in the flesh!} And if I could go back I'd roll us with Eazy in my cadillac. Bend a couple of corners, smoke out with some hoes, now where y'all at? You ready for the 21st Century heroes, two-triple-zeroes, righteous ones in with the Howse and enrolled with a hundred and forty-four thousand.
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